Lyrics:
on the map
In Beijing for the pack
Lazy get off ya ass
Thats the only way to get some cash
On GOD them big racks on demand
Feel like Shawty Lo the man
For them
machine is where I be
And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't want to be like me
[Hook
cannot control it, I be rolling, I'm a space cadet
Staying by my lonely, but you knowing that I been said that
Nobody to hold me, by my dolie, I cannot
lady cop all over
That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya
Hands so big, you thought I told you to pull it over
She pulled me over, pulled me out
Slippin-n-Slide, how you ride?
You get yo head cracked open, when SS start collide
Whoa now, ay hold up boy, ain't no thang
To get off tha chain and steal ya
dear, after I lay ya,
Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it,
Or get sent right through it,
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em,
Not gentle when
to six pack
Didn't make all state
But ya dame
Still in good hands
Ever since uh jit
Always called me big man
Had to cut certain people off
Now they big mad
Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffel bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
Remember those days trapping out dougie hallway
This that hot talk
This that block talk
This that AK-47 to ya top talk
This that boss talk
This that big talk
LA is mine I own it
West coast west side gang signs
You can throw it
I’m big smoke I’m with a chaperone
I'm thick smoke
I inhale it and hold it
I own
my head up, the OG's taught me that
Always keep ya bread up and to never be a rat
Yeah I got some niggas hating
So im aiming for they hat NIGGA
I just
Look, I'm from Westside California, they run up on ya
Ask you where you from and check yo tatts under yo clothin'
Hustla, go hard make sure my knot
bales by the day
I can move a whole hundred
Couple niggas say they got paper on my head
They frontin', yeah
Poppin' big shit, nigga know my clique lit
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
Puff Pass hold and get stoned
Neat flame shots big bud blunts
One shot downs over dozy stunts
Weekend funs includes two old monks
On the way to get
you please, text the cheap phone
Big big plays, comin' out the cheap phone
(We got big big plays, we got big big plays, yeah)
Ayy, all my plays
head-ya-ya-hey-ya-ya-hey-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Hold music, hold music
Give it to me baby don't you dare lose it, dare lose it
Give it to me baby don't you dare lose it, dare lose it
feel sorrow
'cause her son was a gunner
They found my corpse with a
Rapper's head in my stomach i'm right here
I ain't running even if the Iraqis
W-was
lady cop all over
That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya
Hands so big, you thought I told you to pull it over
She pulled me over, pulled me out
thuggin for nothin own somethin
Do or ya kids and ya mama
Save the drama
Young nigga hold on
hook
Na it aint no time or no suicidal shit nigga
You can win
As long as you keep your head to the sky
Be optimistic
When in the midst of sorrow
You can't see up when looking down
A brighter
the head that holds the crown my nigga
They don't know me
But they know I own the town my nigga
Big city mean big dreams demons even bigger
Hate in every
what yo bitch think
We get boxes by the bale, in the hood got Big Rank
In the kitchen like I'm whipping, residue all on the sink
My lil niggas a leave
the street life
I meet life, head on, no holds barred
Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred
En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin
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